1. In the Shade of Verse 2. Farewell Beneath Ghazal Skies 3. No Shade But This Poem
1. A night of parting, no blame, only verses remain. 2. In poetry’s shade, I found my final resting place. 3. No business, no tale—only silence and sacred lines.
I might make you laugh, but no, I won’t spin a tale.
And I won't pursue any business that isn’t worth every single detail.
Tonight is the night of farewell—yet your face hides its light.
But I won’t lay blame on anyone, not after trusting in God’s might.
I found a quiet seat beneath the shade of my ghazal’s grace,
A place where sorrow and beauty gently embrace.
And now I know—no other shade can ever compare,
No other comfort, no other air.
Until my final breath, I’ll remain beneath these lines,
Where rhythm shelters me, and every verse shines.
In poetry’s arms, I’ve found my rest,
And in its silence, I feel most
About the Creator
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